Chapter 142

Dylan POV.

I was sweating profusely as I landed yet another fist on the punching bag that hung in what the wolves call their training room.

Gym equipment surrounded me, and my ponytailed hair kept slapping my in the face as I swung round to punch the bag again.

"Keep your fists up, your grace. Remember, when you punch, you need to do so with your entire body, don't let your arm take the brunt of it." I nodded ever so slightly at the warriors words and swung again, this time using my weight to hit the bag instead of my mere arm strength. Shockingly the punching bag swung ever so slightly and I smiled at the feat I though was impossible when I first started this morning. "Excellent work, Now, back to the treadmill."

I looked at my trainer in exasperation, my most likely bright red face staring at him in shock.

"I think..." I breathed heavily, tasting the metallic tint on my tongue at how much I had over worked myself. "I'm going to pass out."

"Nonsense. You can do 5 more minutes of running, come on. If you really want to join the battle then your stamina and endurance needs to be challenged in order for it to get better." He was right of course, I did have to boost my physical health or I wouldn't last very long at all.

So very reluctantly I hopped onto the running machine and panted as it began to to start. Another 5 minutes passed before I was finished. My body was exhausted, I was sweaty and Couldn't catch my breath, so I threw myself on the floor on my back, and lay trying to regain my senses after such an intense work out.

"You did wonderfully, your grace, I'll see you tomorrow for weight training. Make sure you get some lunch too, you've worked hard." I barely nodded at his words but smiled slightly waving him off as I stared up at the training rooms ceiling.

"Are You ok?" Huh, a new voice sounded from next to me and I turned my head to see a woman, staring back at me with an amused smile. Reluctantly I sat up, and absentmindedly placed my arms on my bent knees while bowing my head to the floor, letting out some strong puffs of air as my lungs fought for regularity.

"I'm alright..." I chuckled at how bad my endurance was and looked up at the blonde woman. "Just over worked myself I guess."

"I saw... you are quite determined aren't you?" This woman was acting all too familiar with me, but I didn't know woman for the life of me. She smiled handing me a glass of water. "Let me ask, Have you ever done any baking?” Her random question caused my tired frown to turn into one of confusion.

"Baking? As in like pies and stuff?" Why all of a sudden was this blonde lady asking me about baking.

"Well, yes, I'm going to bake a cake for my mates birthday, I thought perhaps you would like to join me, you might even have some fun." I didn't particularly want to bake a cake, and I was confused as to why she would even ask me to, I mean I was pretty busy with everything else at the minute. With the two deaths that only happened a week ago, and the fact that I was intending to call the Australian rebel forces tonight, I just didn't have the time to be flittering around baking a cake.

"Oh, well thank you, but..."

"Oh excellent, I'll meet you in the kitchen in about 20 minutes, that’ll give you time to shower and freshen up." She smiled smugly but walked out before I could say anything about not actually wanting to help.

I remained on the floor, baffled by the entire interaction. I mean, why on earth would some random woman want me to bake a cake with her? Obviously I had baked before, with my mom working at the bakery before the new world came into play, but there was only a handful of people who actually knew that.

Still I suppose I did have to wash up. I forced my body to stand, stretching my used limbs out and shakily walking to the Lewis’s room, which had belonged to me just as much this past week. I had a quick cool shower, not liking the feeling of the water on my back, and changed into a simple pair of leggings and one of Lewis’s T-shirts. I was still borrowing clothes from people In the pack house.

I made my way back down with my wet hair scooped up into a messy bun and entered the kitchen to see that blonde woman, wearing a blue apron and gathering all the necessary ingredients to bake this cake.

“Oh good, I didn’t think you would come. Here…” She threw another apron at me and smiled before opening the fridge and grabbing a carton of eggs. It was so strange to see the all the ingredients laid out. In the past we were lucky to get three items to make pancakes, never mind the rest of it. “So, I thought you could do the pouring and mixing, while I do the measuring? Does that sound ok?”

“Look, I really don’t have the…” This woman was formidable, in fact, I don’t think she had ever been denied anything in her entire life.

“Oh, well if you don’t have the energy I suppose I could help with the mixing, only when you get tired though.” She chuckled and began humming a little tune while I just stared on, baffled by the entire interaction. “Come on…” she called me over and I sighed, I had no idea who she was but at least I was in the pack house if someone decided they actually needed me. So I slipped the apron on over my head, and tied it in a bow at the back.

“I might not be able to stay for the whole…” I tried but was cut off again, this woman was the only person ever to actually render me speechless. I was just so shocked at how pushy she was to get me to do something so menial.

“Of course you can, you’re allowed to have some fun you know…” She poured some sugar into the bowl that sat on the scales and pointed to it one it was all measured out. “Come one, into the mixing bowl. Your on pouring duty remember.” I frowned but nodded, grabbing the bowl and pouring it into the large metal bowl that sat next to me. “Good, now pass me the flour, don’t forget. You have to sift it when you pour it in to get rid of lumps.”

My baffled expression quickly changed into one of amused acceptance. As we continued to add things into the bowl. By the time it was ready for mixing, there was flour everywhere, we were both chuckling away at whatever the other person had said and I couldn’t help but feel Relaxed in her presence.

“Right, get mixing.” I picked up the little hand whisk and placed it in the gloopy mixture ready to attempt to make it smooth, trust me when I say it was a lot harder than I had thought. “Come on, you’re young, put your back into it.”
Eventually it was poured into a tin and placed in the oven to actually cook while me and this woman began cleaning up. “You can have a taste if you want, the best part about baking is licking the spoon and scraping the bowl clean.” She stated placing the whisk on her tongue and licking some of the mixture off.

I swiped my finger over the side of the bowl and brought it up to my lips. Surprisingly it tasted quite nice. Very sweet but nice.

“I actually had fun doing that.” I stated with a small smile. As I got another finger scoop of left over cake mix.

“Well, we aren’t done yet you know? We have to decorate it first… How about some lunch while we wait for it bake and to cool down.” She began to gather more items and I couldn’t help but feel guilty at using all the packs supplies.

“Where is everyone today? Usually there’s always people coming in and out of here.” She smiled turning round to show me her arms full of food.

“I simply asked for the kitchen today. No one will disturb us.” She stated it so nonchalantly I had to wonder who she was. Why would she have the power to tell people to not enter the kitchen.

“Are you Alpha Gilliards mom?” I asked suddenly having my brain actually work. The lady chuckled and smiled, as she began chopping up cucumber, and beef for some sandwiches, and then splattered them both between two slices of bread each, lastly she filled two glasses with lemonade, and sat down at the kitchen bar with me.

“My names Ygritte.” She finally stated before tucking into her lunch. I nodded my head and took a bite of my own food.

After lunch we talked, washed up from baking and then decorated the cake with cream and strawberries. It looked really nice actually, nothing professional but still impressive. It had taken Four hours altogether, but it was genuinely quite fun, although I had no doubt I would need another shower due to the amount of cake mix that rested on my arms and in my once clean hair.

“Aunt Ygritte, did you enjoy your day?” Gilliard suddenly came in while we were finishing wiping the table down from the cream and strawberry juice we had left behind, when my head turned to him.

“Aunt Ygritte? But you said you were…” my confusion caused Ygritte to chuckle at me. I was unbelievably confused.

“I didn’t say I was his mother. You came to that conclusion on your own.” What? Even Gilliard looked a bit confused at the interaction. “I wanted to meet you without you trying to match any expectations, and I must say, I had a lovely time. Well, I know how busy you are, so I’ll get going, I’m sure Elias will just love his cake, and my son should be back from checking on the borders and Oliver soon.”

“Elias?..” Wait a second. Her blonde hair suddenly seemed really familiar, and she had stated the cake we had made was for her mate. “You’re Lewis’s mom?!” She smiled and lifted the cake effortlessly.

“We’ll catch up again soon, Dylan.” Just like that, she was gone. It was the single most strange meeting I had ever had.

“Did she really not tell you she was Lewis’s mom?” Gilliard laughed as he looked around the now clean kitchen.

“No she didn’t.” Gilliard chuckled nodding his head, somehow not surprised in the least at his aunties antics.

“She’s always been Eccentric, but I thought she would have told you. I wouldn’t have expected you to have agreed to bake with her otherwise.” I mean, did I really agree to it?

“I’m not sure I did agree.” I shook my head sighing at the pleasant day I had actually had. It had been a while since I was able to just have fun, without being hounded by responsibilities I never wanted. Lewis’s mom gave me that, she gave me time to just be Dylan, not a queen or a rebel. Just me. “Anyway, is the device all set up for the phone call later? They are 14 hours ahead of us right? So if I call at about 9:00pm it’ll be 11:00am there.”

He nodded his head and chuckled popping half a strawberry in his mouth from the ones left over.

“Yup, everything is ready for you. I’ll give you full use of the office… the rebellion won’t know what hit them.”